Lost Sheep

I broke the fence with my thick skull
and discovered a field of sleep
and dreamless nocturnes.

I slept in the cold glance of stars,
through lazer burns of the sun,
dazed in a desert dry coma.

A thick oil coat keeps out the rain
and the light. I floated floods
and my tongue was dry.

I was covered in fireflies
but never sparked.
I was lost because I forgot my home.